Chords for Ketchup vs Mustard Rap Battle | Rap Off
Tempo:
92.25 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
C#
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Okay, [C#] okay, okay.
[F#m]
Welcome to the Wrap Off Battle League, and I'm your host, the kid who always gets it
crackin', whether coolin' in the fridge or up in the mix in your kitchen cabinet, your
player partner, [N]
Bacon Soda!
We got a crazy flavor clash today between two of the sauciest condiments in history.
On my left hand side, I'm in the refrigerator!
And on my right hand side, player partner, who is you?
It's your boy, mustard.
You must heard what it is.
French is gang.
Free my man, butter, do my life in a box.
Let's go.
Yo, in hindsight, mustard has an ugly color.
I'll take mustard's musty mother and uppercutter through the upper cupboard.
I'll run your cousin and your brother through the onion cutter.
You belong in the dessert section next to the fluffy custard, because you're sweet as honey mustard.
Look at Dijon and horseradish looking like Dumb and Dumber.
You guys probably f*** each other.
And since you run with butter, my toast will never jam like your buddy Smucker.
Get hose in your leather jacket, get the ratchet.
Something's squirtin' if I see ketchup packet and rip his top open like a ketchup packet.
You be with the french fries, tater tots, high beyond sandwiches in the spread.
Translation, you small potatoes and I'm out here getting to the bread.
Yo, that s*** was f***ing ass.
Straight up mustard gas.
Yo, I'm seeing tons of cash.
Ask lettuce, I'm getting green like the Hulk.
See, I'm a seasoned veteran in here.
You seasoned with salt.
F*** that I won't swing.
Even the eggs in here came to see you get yolk.
So you better try to concentrate like orange juice.
Why's that?
Cause you about to get beat to a pulp.
Used to be that guy, now Siracha the one.
I try to coach ketchup cause I got the sauce in these buns.
Quit banging with Prego, rep imposter.
That'll get you shot in the slums.
Ayo, Tomato.
Yes, sir.
That's how you talk to your son.
[F#m]
[C#]
[F] [F#m]
[F#m]
Welcome to the Wrap Off Battle League, and I'm your host, the kid who always gets it
crackin', whether coolin' in the fridge or up in the mix in your kitchen cabinet, your
player partner, [N]
Bacon Soda!
We got a crazy flavor clash today between two of the sauciest condiments in history.
On my left hand side, I'm in the refrigerator!
And on my right hand side, player partner, who is you?
It's your boy, mustard.
You must heard what it is.
French is gang.
Free my man, butter, do my life in a box.
Let's go.
Yo, in hindsight, mustard has an ugly color.
I'll take mustard's musty mother and uppercutter through the upper cupboard.
I'll run your cousin and your brother through the onion cutter.
You belong in the dessert section next to the fluffy custard, because you're sweet as honey mustard.
Look at Dijon and horseradish looking like Dumb and Dumber.
You guys probably f*** each other.
And since you run with butter, my toast will never jam like your buddy Smucker.
Get hose in your leather jacket, get the ratchet.
Something's squirtin' if I see ketchup packet and rip his top open like a ketchup packet.
You be with the french fries, tater tots, high beyond sandwiches in the spread.
Translation, you small potatoes and I'm out here getting to the bread.
Yo, that s*** was f***ing ass.
Straight up mustard gas.
Yo, I'm seeing tons of cash.
Ask lettuce, I'm getting green like the Hulk.
See, I'm a seasoned veteran in here.
You seasoned with salt.
F*** that I won't swing.
Even the eggs in here came to see you get yolk.
So you better try to concentrate like orange juice.
Why's that?
Cause you about to get beat to a pulp.
Used to be that guy, now Siracha the one.
I try to coach ketchup cause I got the sauce in these buns.
Quit banging with Prego, rep imposter.
That'll get you shot in the slums.
Ayo, Tomato.
Yes, sir.
That's how you talk to your son.
[F#m]
[C#]
[F] [F#m]
Key:
F#m
C#
F
F#m
C#
F
F#m
C#
_ Okay, [C#] okay, okay.
[F#m] _
Welcome to the Wrap Off Battle League, and I'm your host, the kid who always gets it
crackin', whether coolin' in the fridge or up in the mix in your kitchen cabinet, your
player partner, [N]
Bacon Soda!
We got a crazy flavor clash today between two of the sauciest condiments in history.
On my left hand side, I'm in the refrigerator!
_ _ _ And on my right hand side, player partner, who is you?
It's your boy, mustard.
You must heard what it is.
French is gang.
Free my man, butter, do my life in a box.
Let's go.
Yo, in hindsight, mustard has an ugly color.
I'll take mustard's musty mother and uppercutter through the upper cupboard.
I'll run your cousin and your brother through the onion cutter.
You belong in the dessert section next to the fluffy custard, because you're sweet as honey mustard.
Look at Dijon and horseradish looking like Dumb and Dumber.
You guys probably f*** each other.
And since you run with butter, my toast will never jam like your buddy Smucker.
Get hose in your leather jacket, get the ratchet.
Something's squirtin' if I see ketchup packet and rip his top open like a ketchup packet.
You be with the french fries, tater tots, high beyond sandwiches in the spread.
Translation, you small potatoes and I'm out here getting to the bread.
Yo, that s*** was f***ing ass.
Straight up mustard gas.
Yo, I'm seeing tons of cash.
Ask lettuce, I'm getting green like the Hulk.
See, I'm a seasoned veteran in here.
You seasoned with salt.
F*** that I won't swing.
Even the eggs in here came to see you get yolk.
So you better try to concentrate like orange juice.
Why's that?
Cause you about to get beat to a pulp.
Used to be that guy, now Siracha the one.
I try to coach ketchup cause I got the sauce in these buns.
Quit banging with Prego, rep imposter.
That'll get you shot in the slums.
Ayo, Tomato.
Yes, sir.
That's how you talk to your son. _ _
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[F#m] _
Welcome to the Wrap Off Battle League, and I'm your host, the kid who always gets it
crackin', whether coolin' in the fridge or up in the mix in your kitchen cabinet, your
player partner, [N]
Bacon Soda!
We got a crazy flavor clash today between two of the sauciest condiments in history.
On my left hand side, I'm in the refrigerator!
_ _ _ And on my right hand side, player partner, who is you?
It's your boy, mustard.
You must heard what it is.
French is gang.
Free my man, butter, do my life in a box.
Let's go.
Yo, in hindsight, mustard has an ugly color.
I'll take mustard's musty mother and uppercutter through the upper cupboard.
I'll run your cousin and your brother through the onion cutter.
You belong in the dessert section next to the fluffy custard, because you're sweet as honey mustard.
Look at Dijon and horseradish looking like Dumb and Dumber.
You guys probably f*** each other.
And since you run with butter, my toast will never jam like your buddy Smucker.
Get hose in your leather jacket, get the ratchet.
Something's squirtin' if I see ketchup packet and rip his top open like a ketchup packet.
You be with the french fries, tater tots, high beyond sandwiches in the spread.
Translation, you small potatoes and I'm out here getting to the bread.
Yo, that s*** was f***ing ass.
Straight up mustard gas.
Yo, I'm seeing tons of cash.
Ask lettuce, I'm getting green like the Hulk.
See, I'm a seasoned veteran in here.
You seasoned with salt.
F*** that I won't swing.
Even the eggs in here came to see you get yolk.
So you better try to concentrate like orange juice.
Why's that?
Cause you about to get beat to a pulp.
Used to be that guy, now Siracha the one.
I try to coach ketchup cause I got the sauce in these buns.
Quit banging with Prego, rep imposter.
That'll get you shot in the slums.
Ayo, Tomato.
Yes, sir.
That's how you talk to your son. _ _
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